Neon Genesis Nerv Novels & Stories

My Father "yes it is honey, gladly to have a lots of baby dragons" my mom replied calmly -ERUVELLIEL'S CHAMBERS- After breakfast, I came back here at my room and sitting comfortably here at my balcony, I'm about to lay down but I saw eclipsa's pigeon flying towards me and, I quickly get the scroll to read the message "my dear beloved friend", the heck this childness it makes me cringe, this disgust me eclipsa! {chill author-nim's readers it's a joke, well this is how we work our friendship}

Salvatore has a low ponytail, and Terzo has half a ponytail that he's tied back with pale-pink fucking pom-poms. My brothers seem to sense I'm watching them, and their eyes automatically start scanning the nightclub. I make myself very small and lower my head as Wini drags me to the bar. Merda. Merda. Merda. I see Alvize appear and guide them down the corridor to the casino. Please, Madonna, you who watch over us from above, make sure they stay there all evening and leave without even thinking of coming out onto the dance floor. Vincenzo can't come and dance, but I'm not so sure about Terzo and Salvatore. Cazzo, especially Terzo, is capable of showing up and staying until closing time if the

Bad, bad mind. "Sure! We can take yours off too," I replied and winked at her, and I know that this is the f*cking effect of the alcohol. Is this even real? I saw her bite her lower lip, and damn it, that was so sexy. I want a taste of it now. Can I have them, please? She suddenly held my hand and what the sh*t was that electricity? Is she Elektra? Or an electric eel? Or she is Zeus. Mhmm.

He was just as persistent as he’d been in the earlier face-off. “Seriously, let’s up the stakes.” I stared straight ahead at my guys playing the second line, cringing at how badly they fucked a pass. The red light soon went off, signaling a goal for the Lice Reapers. 3:0. Fuck. “Oooh, that’s not looking good for you, Reeves.” He mocked. And then added. “Are you seriously not gonna hear me out?” Finally, I looked at Hunter Beaumont. The arena lights reflected off his visor, obscuring his face, but I could hear the grin in his voice anyway.

“Alright, let’s do this. But don’t expect this to go smoothly.” He dials the number and puts it on speaker. The phone rings a few times before we hear a deep, gravelly voice answer. “Vega.” “Arkyn, it’s Nero Leonetti,” my brother says, his voice low and authoritative. “We need to talk. It’s about Legacy.” There’s a pause on the other end of the line, and I can almost feel the tension coming through the phone. “What about him?” Arkyn finally growls. His voice is thick with irritation, like he’s already pissed off before we’ve even gotten to the real conversation.

Ethan pov I stood by the balcony, holding a glass of champagne. This was my 5th glass, and I was a little drunk. But well that is my recent hobby, whether I get drunk through work or alcohol, because that is the only way for me to forget my sorrows and pain I came here quietly to get a little drunk, and besides, the party was too chattering for my liking. The only reason I came here, was to get some partners to invest in my new business idea, which was Robotics Technology,

Only five enemies but five enemies that could be the entire world. Gertrudis. Emma. Alexander. Humberto. Lucia. Five people who were going to regret even having been born. Five enemies who were going to pay for the mistake they made.

"They know we’re in the market." "Rage, wait," Sabizina said, her eyes flashing with a sudden, brilliant idea. "The Genesis key... it doesn't just let me see the grid. it lets me command it. Vanessa used the city’s infrastructure as a shield. I’m going to use it as a weapon." THE BANKEROHAN BLACKOUT Sabizina didn't target the Legion’s drones. She targeted the city’s power distribution hubs. With a single, devastating keystroke, she triggered a cascading overload in the Bankerohan grid. But it wasn't a total blackout. She timed the pulses to match the frequency of the Legion’s scanners.

“Start with Ward C. I want to see the progress on Project ReGenesis.” Silver’s head snapped up at that. “ReGenesis?” she echoed softly. She's heard her great grandmother talk about it in her last conference meeting. Detroit gave her a glance, a small flick of his eyes that almost resembled amusement. “It’s one of the institute’s ongoing projects. Gene restoration therapy for neural decay.” Her brows furrowed. “Like for Alzheimer’s?” “Yes,” he said, his tone gentling slightly. “And more than that — trauma, paralysis, genetic defects. We’re rewriting how the human body remembers itself.”

And when she opened her mouth, it wasn’t my daughter’s voice that spoke. “Genesis accepts your surrender.” Cold ran through me, quick and brutal. “What did you do to her?” “She’s a conduit,” the woman said simply. “Like the others. Like the girl they called Nyx. Like the one before her, and the one before that. Echo wasn’t a project. It was a prototype.” “For this.” The vault shuddered beneath her hand. A seam split down the center. Light bled through, gold and violent. Behind it, something moved.